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Flowers Now
album cover
Flowers Now was released on December 27, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Flowers Now - Single
ReleasedDecember 27, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
BPM71
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

We count the years like they're endless roads
Always saying, "there's still time"
We pass our days like borrowed breaths
Never knowing the final line
Every laugh, every ordinary night
Could be closer than we think
One quiet date written somewhere
The day we leave the brink
We live past our death date every year
Unaware, untouched by fear
One day marked that we cannot see
A moment waiting silently
So give your mother flowers now
While she can smell their grace
Hold your father's hands today
Look deep into his face
Don't save your love for gravestones
Or words you wish you'd said
Say "I love you" while they breathe
Not after they are gone
They didn't come with perfect maps
They learned as they went along
They carried pain we never saw
But still they made us strong
Every sacrifice, every sleepless night
Every silent prayer they made
Was love in its purest form
Even when they were afraid
They won't be here forevermore
Time is knocking at the door
What we ignore today in haste
Tomorrow becomes regret and waste
So give your mother flowers now
While she can feel their touch
Call her name, don't wait too long
Tomorrow's never much
Tell your parents what they mean
Let gratitude be said
Love them loudly while they're here
Not after they are gone
One date a year belongs to fate
The day our breath runs dry
Until that unknown final hour
Let love be how we live, not why
If today is borrowed, let it show
In every word and vow
If you love them, let them know
Now. Right now
Give your mother flowers now
Not memories instead
Make peace, forgive, embrace the now
Before the words are left unsaid
Because life is fragile, time is thin
And hearts don't get a redo
Honor them while they're still alive
While they're still here with you
We don't know the day, the hour, the sign
Only this truth somehow:
Love is meant for the living
So give them flowers now
Written by: Lindél Smit
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